I became an ardent, but never a specially good, dancer.

I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.

I was a town child, it is true, but that did not prevent me enjoying open-air life, with plants and animals.

The appalling thing about war is that it kills all love of truth.

But my doubt would not be overcome. Kierkegaard had declared that it was only to the consciousness of sin that Christianity was not horror or madness. For me it was sometimes both.

I became an ardent, but never a specially good, dancer.

Just about this time, when in imagination I was so great a warrior, I had good use in real life for more strength, as I was no longer taken to school by the nurse, but instead had myself to protect my brother, two years my junior.